Aisha would have to walk around, meet themistresses and take their orders.They walked in the building and were greeted by a woman tall woman dressedsi...ilarly like Bernia. She looked little younger than Bernia was andintroduced herself as Melinda and she led this conference.She looked down at Aisha with a dismissive scow on her face as if Aishadidn't mattered. She reached out and gripped Aisha's chin and lifted thewoman's face up to look down. "You are the Sissy Aisha?" Melinda said.Aisha. Slowly parting her velvety smooth butterfly lips, “anything?” “Anything” I answered. Maggi looked at me with want in her eyes and said, “we want you to go to the grocery store and get us what we need to make ice cream sundaes and banana splits.” “Is that it?” I asked. “Yes”, she replied. “That stuff is horrible for our bodies, what about some yogurt and fruit?”, I said. She looked at me and closed her legs. I said, “I’ll be glad to, what are you pregnant?” “Yes, we both are!” Maggi snapped. Her demonic son. If anything, the knowledge that he was a demon added to the spice of the incest taboo, not to mention that he could shrink or grow his cock as he wished, which certainly helped with the pleasure. Being fertile didn’t hurt, either, as she welcomed the idea of his demon seed growing inside her. It was a real turn-on, in fact, to think of her newest baby being his otherworldly spawn. She welcomed the notion, and the more he plundered her sweet cunt, the more she reveled in. With all the care I could manage I pinned her nipple between my front teeth, flicking the end of my tongue back and forth across the sensitive nub. I felt her cunt grip my cock more tightly, the way that it had gripped my fingers not so long ago, and her body shuddered again as another orgasm rocked her. I could feel the rhythmic contractions as she came. We kissed again and her mouth was cold but no less full of desire.I continued to pound at her pussy, I was surprised that I had been able to.